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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.