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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Gladiators to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.