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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.