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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.