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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.