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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.