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 Albania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.