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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.