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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.