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 Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.