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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Technova,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.