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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the techno 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.