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 Kiribati 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.