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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
June Days,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.