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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.