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 Korea North and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Human League 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.