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 Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
The Index,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.