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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Slave,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.