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 Belize and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.