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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.