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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.