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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.