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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Monochrome Set to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.