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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.