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 Jordan 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.