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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.