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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.