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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Index,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.