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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.