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 Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
UT,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.