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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Y Pants to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.