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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Motions to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.