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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.