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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the funk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.