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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.