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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Index,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.