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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
The Remains,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.