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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.