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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.