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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.