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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra 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?
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.