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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.