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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.