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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
the Slits,
Index,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.