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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.