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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 guitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.