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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.