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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.