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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.