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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.