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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.