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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.