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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Crime to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.