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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Cluster,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.