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 Mauritania 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.