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 Jordan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Rekid,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.