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 Korea North 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson 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?
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.