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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The American Breed to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.