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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.