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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.