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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
cv313,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.