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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.