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 Ghana 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.