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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
10cc,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.