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 Italy and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.