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 Finland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.