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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.