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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.