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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
X-101,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.