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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.