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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.