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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 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 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
PIL,
This Heat,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.