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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.