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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.