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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.