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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Index,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.