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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.