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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.