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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Technova,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.