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 Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.