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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.