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 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.