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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.