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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.