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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Smog,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.