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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.