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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.