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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Nas,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.