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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Nico,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.