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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Crime,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.