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 Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.