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 Belgium and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.