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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.