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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Little Man,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.