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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.