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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.