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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.