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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
UT,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.