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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.