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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.