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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.