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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.