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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
MC5,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.