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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Excepter,
Ituana,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.