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 Halifax.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.