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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.