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 Zambia and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.