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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.