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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Harmonia to the dance 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.