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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Jandek,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.