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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.