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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.