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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.