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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Selecter to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.