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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Magma,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.