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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.