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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fear to the disco 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.