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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product 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?
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Q65,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.