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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
ABC,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.