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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.