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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.