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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.