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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.