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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Visage,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.