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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the rap 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.