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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.