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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.