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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.