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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.