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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.