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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun 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?
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.