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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.