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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
The Sound,
cv313,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.