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 Barbados and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Can,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.