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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.