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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Urselle,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.