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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Urselle,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.