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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.