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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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?
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.