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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.