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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys 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?
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.