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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.