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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Monks to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.