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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Smog,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.