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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Index,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.