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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.