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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Slave,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.