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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
The Saints,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.