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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Misunderstood to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.