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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.