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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.