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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.