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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.