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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.