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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.