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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero 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.