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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.