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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.