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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the disco 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.