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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.