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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.