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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Blancmange 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Scion,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.