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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.