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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Skarface 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.