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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.