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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.