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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.