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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.