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 Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.