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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.