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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.