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 Malawi 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 theremin 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.