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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.