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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
UT,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.