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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.