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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.