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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Smiths to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Crime,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
the Association,
PIL,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.