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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat 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.