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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
UT,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.