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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.