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 France and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.