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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.