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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
MC5,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.