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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.