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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.