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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.