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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Mars,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
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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.