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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.