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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.