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 Guyana 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.