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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Blancmange to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.