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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.