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 Namibia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Technova 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
JFA,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.