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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.