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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.