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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.