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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
The Wake,
Can,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.