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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Normal to the punk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.