Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by JFA. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.