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 Uzbekistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.