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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Slave,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.