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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 linndrum 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor 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?
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.