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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.