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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.