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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.