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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Techniques to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.