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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 the Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Television,
Fear,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Pole,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.