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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
The Cure,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.