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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.