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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Organ,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.