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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.