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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.