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 France and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Faust,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.