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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.