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 Madagascar 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.