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 Colombia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 kango's stein massive to the disco 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.