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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.