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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.