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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Liliput to the disco 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
AZ,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.