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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.