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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.