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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.