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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.