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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
New Order,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.