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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.