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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.