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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Real Kids to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.