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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.