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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.