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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.