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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.