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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.