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 India and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.