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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The Gories to the rock 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
the Normal,
EPMD,
The Martian,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Skriet,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.