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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.