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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.