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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.