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 Poland and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.