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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.