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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.