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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.