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 Guinea and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Make Up,
June Days,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.