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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Saints,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.