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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Can,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.