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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.