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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 World's Most 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.