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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
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.