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 Cuba and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Dawn Penn to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.