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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s.
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 KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.