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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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?
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.