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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
The Names,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.