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 Indonesia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 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 The Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.