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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Visage,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.