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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.