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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Birthday Party to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.