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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.