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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.