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 Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.