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 Netherlands 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.