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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
AZ,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.