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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the jazz 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.