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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
DNA,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.