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 Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
The Gories,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.