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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
ABC,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.