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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.