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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.