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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the rap 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.