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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.