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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.