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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Ten City,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.