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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.