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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.