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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.