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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Suicide,
Japan,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.