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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Crime,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.