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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 snare 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.