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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.