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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
MDC,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.