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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.