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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex 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?
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.