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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.