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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.