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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.