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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Josef K,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.