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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Aaron Thompson 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.