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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
The Standells,
Lyres,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.