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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.