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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the techno 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Cymande,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.