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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Gories 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.