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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Monolake 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.