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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.