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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.