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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.