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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Pole,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.