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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.