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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.