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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.