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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.