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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.