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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.