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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.