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 Barbados and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the punk 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 Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.