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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.