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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.