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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Agitation Free 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.