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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.