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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Scion,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.