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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.