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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
PIL,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.