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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.