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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.