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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.