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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.