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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.