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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.