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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.