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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.