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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Beau Brummels to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.