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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Visage,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.