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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.