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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.