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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
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Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.