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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.