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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.