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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.