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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.