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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.