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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.