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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.