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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.