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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.