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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.