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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Japan,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.