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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Skaos,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.