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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 DJ Style to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.