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 Poland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.