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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.