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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Smog,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.