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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Slave,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.