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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Technova,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.