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 Macedonia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.