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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Deadbeat to the disco 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.