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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.