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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.