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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the rock 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Index,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.