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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.