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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.