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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.