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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
UT,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.