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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.