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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.