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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Sällskapet 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
June Days,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.