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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.