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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.