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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Fear,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.