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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.