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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.