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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 10cc to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.