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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
The Move,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.