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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Visage,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.