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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun 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?
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.