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 Serbia and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
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.