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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.