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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.