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 Angola and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.