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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Television,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.