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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.