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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.