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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 harpsichord 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.