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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Q65,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.