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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.