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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
The Busters,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.