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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.