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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
AZ,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.