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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.