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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.