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 India and from Lille.
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 Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
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The Doors,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.