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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.