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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Brick,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Skarface,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.