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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.