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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.