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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.