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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Gories to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.