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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Wings,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.