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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.