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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.