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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.