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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Erasure,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.