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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.