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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.