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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Slave to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.