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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.