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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.