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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.