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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gap Band to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.