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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
The Index,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.