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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Maurizio 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Newcleus,
the Association,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
JFA,
Can,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.