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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Fear,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.