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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.