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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. 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 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.