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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Bauhaus 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.