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 Botswana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Index,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.