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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.