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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.