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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.