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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the punk 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
PIL,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.