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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.