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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 The Gladiators to the grime 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.