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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.