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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.