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 Peru and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.