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 Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.