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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.