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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Crime,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.