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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 MDC to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Index,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.