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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
New Order,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.