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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.