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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.