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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.