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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Technova,
Aswad,
Monks,
Model 500,
Gong,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.