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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Deepchord to the crunk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.