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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the grunge 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
John Holt,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.