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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.