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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.