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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.