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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.