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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.