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 Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.