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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.