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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette 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?
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.