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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.