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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Brick,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.