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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 the Soft Cell to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Brick,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.