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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.