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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.