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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.