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 Serbia and from London.
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 Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.