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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.