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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.