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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.