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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.