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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Quantec to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.