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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 F. McDonald 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.