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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.