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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 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 Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.