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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Visage to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.