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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
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.