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 Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.