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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.