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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Rakim,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.