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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.