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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.