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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.