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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.