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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.