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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.