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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.