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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 B.T. Express to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.