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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.