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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.