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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Monks,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.