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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.