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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.