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 Nauru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Television,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.