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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Junior Murvin to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.