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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
X-102,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
The Doors,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Can,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.