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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.