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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
UT,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.