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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 808 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.