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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.