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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.