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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.