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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.