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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.