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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.