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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.