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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.