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 Kuwait 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Grass Roots to the funk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.