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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Scion,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.