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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.