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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.