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 India and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.