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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 The Cure to the dance 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.