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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.