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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.