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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.