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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.