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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Wake 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.