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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.