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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
MC5,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.