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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.