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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Trojans to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.