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 Swaziland and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.