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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.