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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.