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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
UT,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.