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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.