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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Manchester and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.