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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.