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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Happenings to the disco 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.