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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.