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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.