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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.