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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.