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 Bologna.
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 Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.