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 Kenya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Magma,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.