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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.