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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.