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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Crime,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.