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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.