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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.