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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.